I woke to find the day was night
The mist of dew dried out
The morning jay’s song of delight
Replaced by music’s drought
I woke to find the trilling birds
Had flown down south for summer
The snow had come of cold curse words
And war beats of fate’s drummer
I woke to find an era gone
Its dreams dead for re-gift
An age had come and now twas done
And I never knew it lived
© Viktoria Nikola (2018)